It is November tomorrow, and I am far from Internet, on a very winding road which leads us towards some snow capped mountains. I shall continue my blog on my laptop and load it in later…
Thursday night was spent in a tiny cheap motel room, breathing in the fumes of wet dog as I tossed and turned, sleepless in the dark, listening to the gentle rhythm of Mysweet’s breathing.
When I am mildly manic, I only sleep 3 or 4 hours a night, and my brain has trouble shutting down. And what was I worrying about?
The American election, my children, my work, money?
No. The name of a singer.
I couldn’t remember it.
She had a bland sort of voice which had found favour with the British public, and had a couple of hits a few years ago…won some awards.
Mmm. One word. Like Duffy…but not…
I tried to think of the song titles. That might help.
Something to do with a ship sinking.
Hours passed, and finally he woke up at about 6.30.
Who was that singer? You know the bland one with a name like diode, I said, with a burst of electrical inspiration.
“Ah you mean Dido”, he said immediately, turned over and went back to sleep.
Now this would not usually have mattered too much, had I not noticed further signs of brain deterioration today. The white mountains are getting a bit closer now, the road is getting more and more extremely winding, the dog is looking very green and is panting loudly, generating a lot of bad breath. I hope that she will hold back and not be sick quite yet.
A song is playing on the radio
It’s an old version of the Bjork song zing boom (it’s oh so quiet or something)….
And I can’t remember the title.
“It sounds like that pianist from the sixties” I say…”You know the one with the little girlie voice… O god its happening again I cant remember her name…but its something like Baba diddlyblob…Her first name is like honey or baby or something?....
“You don’t mean Blossom Dearie do you?”
"Ah yes" I sigh… relieved that I won't be awake all night trying to remember.
I spend the rest of the journey wondering why my brain had filed Dido under electrical components. I was able to remember the first letter and number of syllables…but that’s all.
And how did Blossom Dearie become Baba diddlyblob?
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7 comments:
I know exactly what you mean!
Actually, all of those associations make sense. I bless Oogle and wiki for saving me many a lost hour of sleep for crap just like that.
I wish it were a name gone missing that had been running the hamster wheel of my mind last night, much easier to resolve.
My wife and I play this little game which is becoming more frequent. When searching for a particular word, we say the first thing that pops into our heads.
For example, the other day I wanted the Saran Wrap. I started to ask her to hand it to me but could not for the life of me think of the word "Saran Wrap," so I asked her instead for the ceramic tile.
This might sound crazy, but she handed me the Saran Wrap. Somehow it all works.
I think.
It's wonderful to have someone so close to you that they can make sense of otherwise meaningless words and phrases.
looking forward to hearing about the rest of the trip - hope the dog held up okay!
I once was trying to remember the name of an actress. I didn't know how to describe her to my friend except as, "An extreme version of Marisa Tomei"
My mate said, "Debi Mazar?" and that was exactly who I was thinking of.
How? It's called stress.
Mike
I really liked Dido for about five minutes and now find I have not only forgotten her name but have forgotten all about her too.
No great loss.
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